The now abused door creaked open after the second shove, progress made difficult by the layer of sludge on the floor of the room beyond. It was dark inside, lit only by the blinking of green and yellow lights on equipment that could have come from a Jules Verne novel. At the far end of the room sat five large tanks, cylindrical vats of green liquid in which bodies were suspended. The lighting wasn't good enough to see who or what they could be from the door, but they looked human enough.
Bethany seemed sure of herself as she grabbed Remy's hand once more and pulled him towards the back. The closer they got, the easier it was to see and was almost like looking in a strange mirror for the young mutant. Fully grown men who could have been Gambit's doubles hung within the liquid, arms at their sides, eyes closed, tubes to feed them air and other wires poking into the skin at various points.
She pointed again, at the cylinder sitting second from the left, "Father says to wake him up."